BigFatOofta

Hello. I love food.  I have always loved it. Daydreamed about it. Diaried about it (ok, is diaried even a word??). Made it. Ate it. Craved it.  I love to love food.  I hate that I love food...at least to the extent that I do. Here's a quick waltz through my life with food: Childhood - Growing up, we had a mother who cared about feeding her children as healthfully as possible on a tight budget.  This doesn't mean we didn't get treats now and then, it just meant that a lot of main courses were baked beans and cheese, homemade mac and cheese, sweet potatoes, spaghetti, roast chicken, healthy pancakes, etc etc. (some of my favorites).  I still have the diary that I had to write in for school every day and pretty much without fail, I listed what I was going to have for lunch, or snack, or dinner or all of the above that day. Basically, ice cream and candy were my dream treats.  Over all, our family was blissfully unaware of all the effects of pesticides,...

Why am I about to share such personal information about myself?  Because I know how many of my sisters struggle either with physical eating disorders or mental ones....and I know the freedom that comes from confessing and I want to encourage anyone who might be in a similar place that I was...that there can be VICTORY.  complete and total.  so here goes.... I struggled with an eating disorder. I  struggled  with an eating disorder.  I  struggled with an  eating disorder!   Those were words that were so hard to say, and too long in coming. Words that I never thought I would have to say, for they were far too absurd and shameful to even imagine associating with. Yes, it is true. My life is not all put together. Let me give a little background. Growing up, I always had a good metabolism, and was one of those people who could eat anything yet still remain thin. My friends and my parents friends always would tell me “you are so  skinny...